GERMANY

I am she beside whose forest-hidden fountains

Slept freedom armed,

By the magic born to music in my mountains

Heart-chained and charmed.

By those days the very dream whereof delivers

My soul from wrong;

By the sounds that make of all my ringing rivers

None knows what song;

By the many tribes and names of my division

One from another;

By the single eye of sun-compelling vision;